Me story in the Beginning.
Ok.
A story.
From me.
Well you asked for it. Prepare yourselves!
We start with a nut....
Yes a Nut.
This nut is very loose on the tree and it decides to finally fall off. It starts to fall and at this point the nut is thinking “AGGGHH!!! Someone catch me!! Help aggghh!!! This nut falls on the ground. The ground is a part of a town close to were a once great place existed next to a hill which was close to a sea which was close to another continent which was part of another country which was close to another city which is were our story takes place and in this country lived a short fat boy about ten years old. He liked to play games by himself for himself in his room by the stairs all alone. He had no friends because no one thought him to be a good sportsman and he wasn’t. he would cheat, lie and hack his way to victory. He would rather take out his own digestive system and hang himself with it then lose a game.
Anyway. We see him now yes right now on a Wednesday morning on January the 6 at 8:30 Am sitting by himself with no one around playing a game of battle ship in his room all alone. The game Battleship is a guessing game played by two people. Although popularized as a commercial board game, first published in 1931 by the Starex Novelty Company of New York under the name of "Salvo", it is known throughout the world as a pencil and paper game and predates the First World War in this form. It was published by Milton Bradley Company in 1943 as the pad-and-pencil game "Broadsides, the Game of Naval Strategy". The game is played on four square grids, two for each player. The grids are typically square - often 10×10 - and the individual squares in the grid are identified by letter and number. On one grid the player arranges his own ships and records the shots by the opponent. On the other grid, the player records his own shots. Before play begins, each player arranges a number of ships secretly on the grid for that player. Each ship occupies a number of consecutive squares on the grid, arranged either horizontally or vertically. The number of squares for each ship is determined by the type of the ship. The ships cannot overlap (at most one ship can occupy any given square in the grid). The types and numbers of ships allowed are the same for each player. These may vary depending on the rules. If a player Wait, wait, wait! why am I telling you this? What was I thinking? Wait you probably want to get back to the story. Ok he was playing by himself. “Ha I sunk your carrier!” he would cry giving a leap of victory. “No! how did you know where it was?” he would say. “I’m just really good at this game. I have psychic abilities. this game gives me a buzz, a reason to keep winning and never lose! Ha Ha Ha! Victory is mine!” he was so proud of beating himself at Battle ship he decided to give a party for himself by himself in his room all alone. There were balloons and glitter and party hats and music and cereal and poetry and celery and peanuts and poultry and sandwiches and chilly with Oreos in it and donuts and tables and chairs cups and plates forks, spoons, knives. And his guests were: himself, his teddy bear, his broom, mop, bucket and dustpan, two cardboard cutouts of himself his goldfishes Larry, Billy, Bob, Joe, Andrew. Steven, Darcy, Fred, Jerald and Pinkdaloola, and his coin collection. *Takes deep breath* Wow. I think I named them all. Yep I’m pretty sure that’s everyone.
Anywho! Wait you don’t know his name! how did I do that? His name is:
*Drum role*
Duren-daldorf-alomu-greg-dedfrangol-inadob-lib-lob-onghem-lifgrot-loj-kim-
deedidlydoo the fourth...
Please don’t make fun of is name it is true. Since his name is so short we shall call him Duren for long. Wait! Strike that reverse it. There we go. He enjoyed talking to himself because he is the only person he agrees with. ”oh the weather outside is wonderful” this last statement was false besides he did not know that it was raining outside because his room had no window. “yes the sun is remarkable” he said to himself sitting in another chair. “I love how you have your hair done” “why thank you it is the latest fashion” “if only I can get hair like that” this was also strange he had the same hair as himself but he didn’t notice it. Now is that a strange thought or what? Anyway. He started small talk and when he was tired of it which didn’t take very long he decided to start talking about politics. “if you were old enough to vote who would you vote for?” he asked himself. “oh but I am old enough to vote” this was strange in three ways. One he was not older then himself nether old enough to vote ,and two, politics did not work that way were he was from. it worked like this:
First a group of random people both stout and thin (usually stout would outweigh the thin) would be selected from a group of random houses from the city of there country. Then they would be divided into two groups but they have to be completely even. So if one had longer hair the rest of the group would ether wait to grow out theirs and trim the one who already had long hair or they would shave everyone’s hair off and so forth. Then they would role dice to see who would play first. Who ever wins the larger number would play first. They would play riddle games and fist fight and see who was the most acrobatic and they would have a spelling bee and a vocabulary test on the theory of Insectoreps. A Insectorep is a cross between a Reptile and an Insect. They grow up to the same size as a full grown human and communicate with clicks and raspberry sounds and banging against things. Insectoreps also… Wait why am I telling you this? Insectoreps are beside the point! When they get done with the vocabulary they draw straws and whoever gets the short straw is the next elected king.
Duren talked to himself about politics, triangles, how good he was at winning, frogs, his favorite subject in school, why he likes to win all the time, greenhouses, why losing is such an awful thing.. And other things children talk about often. He was getting really bored and I’m sure you are trying to stay awake at this point and kinda get the picture of what kind of person we are dealing with. Now to actually start the events that take place with this boy we will start from the beginning of the end of his glorious party he threw for himself.
He was done with talking and had a rather exhausted mouth when he heard a knock at the door. Knock! Literally a knock at the door. He opened the door and the knock was really tall with a strange hair do. He looked over the head of the boy and said “Oh he must not be here.” said the Knock. The boy waved his hands gesturing toward the Knock with everything he thought of. The Knock just looked around calling his long name he had to read off a piece of paper. Duren-daldorf-alomu-greg-dedfrangol-inadob-lib-lob-onghem-lifgrot-loj-kim-deedidlydoo the fourth... I have a present for you. Then Duren had an Idea. He decided to say “I’m down here” for a boy he was rather stupid. As are most boys. The Knock looked down and said “Oh! There you are here you go” he handed over a big box. Duren held it and looked at the return address but before he could see what it said the letters vividly disappeared. The knock bowed. successfully banging is head against the door. He grabbed his forehead and said “Good day” with tears in his eyes and a ruffled voice. Duren slammed the door which he often did. He threw the box open and behold!!! there was a board game called. “The game for you Tillyoo!!! Duren was puzzled why would someone send him a board game. He opened the board game box and looked at the paper inside. He read the rules and they read:
RULES: Exerting from library eight, Book five hundred forty five, chapter 11, paragraph eight, section two, line twenty three, subsection A, sub/sub section Gama…
“This game includes one player. It has all kinds of adventures and surprises and nonsense awaiting for you. This can’t be the rules this is outrageous!”
And that is exactly what the rules said word for word. It was a very simply made game. Just a foldable board with no pictures. Just white. Even the game piece was white. He picked it up and looked at it. He said “stupid! Is this a joke!” then he noticed that the piece was changing color. It changed to turquoise his favorite color. “how did it know that this was my favorite color?” he was astound. He then looked at the board to see that a patch had just appeared on it from nowhere. It was a small red circle and on top of it with multicolored letters spelt START. He looked at the board and then to the game piece which had changed it’s shape. It was the same shape as he. Short Fat. He took the piece and put it on the start circle and suddenly with out a flash or anything!!!
Nothing happened. He was still in the room. “Hello welcome” he heard a voice coming from outside his room. He opened a window that wasn’t there before and looked out. The world around him was not the world he use to be in. “Hello welcome” said the same voice. “Hello welcome” Duren was thinking right now which was something he did not do often. He thought “who said that?” “Hello welcome” “what is wrong with the guy who is saying that?” “Hello welcome” wow this guy must be pretty dumb!” “Hello welcome” AGGHH!!! “Hello welcome” “stop!” “Hello welcome” “you are with out a doubt the stupidest most annoying person in the history of the world!” and then there was silence.
The person who was talking revealed himself. This person looked and even smelt the same as Duren “Hello welcome” Duren gave a stair and was very disappointed. With that the other Duren disappeared and behind the real Duren another voice came. “so you have learned haven’t you.” said the Knock who had delivered the package. “what where am I? this is an outrage!” said Duren very offended noticing that his room had disappeared and the only thing left of his room was the board game with piece intact. “you are here.” replied the Knock. “where is here?” asked Duren “here is where you are.” answered the Knock. “What?” and then the knock said “you have learned what you are. you yourself actually admitted that you are with out a doubt the stupidest most annoying person in the history of the world! now through the time you are here you will learn a great many other things. good luck and have a nice day.” and the Knock disappeared. Duren sat down and cried. He had lost. Again he had been beaten by himself.
Ok that was allot to put together so let me take a REST and I’ll write the REST soon.
~Render Moonarrow~
149 comments:
Well tell me what ya think.
well......
here ya go.
THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!!! GIVE ME MORE! I CAN'T BREATH! GIVE ME STORY! Eeeeeppp...*gasping*
*choking; dying*
...please
well at least i didn't leave mine at a cliff hanger.
what is this payback?
did you really like it?
Yes you did!!
what color are you dying?
I'm thinking about red. On the bottom, in the summer.
cool.
I did not.
he isn't in trouble he is just crying on the ground.
Chill out.
*Chillin, chillin, like strawberry fillin*
good.
now you will become the ultimate Sith lord.
you have proven yourself worthy.
*Trying to imagine dark clothes and lightsabres*
...
...
Anyway...how were your two days?
B...
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Yeah...I'ma join the dark side; they have chocolate.
...
Jk...
So...how is school?
but this story was so fun.
I think I was listening to the wrong creative music.
anyway I swear I must of drunk 2 gallons of raw Coka-cola before I wrote it.
be careful with that stuff it's dangerous.
but it does wonders for me.
I as a human being do not like to be reminded of the topic I don not wish to discuss.
It was fun to read! I really liked it! I like coke. That was so hilarious! What music do you listen to?
Dude, I was hyper last night.
so was I!!!!
AGFGHHHGDDOORRIFUGHEUDT SADBNAFBUFBAKFnASUIBN!!!!
The 8th grade girls cleaned up after the formal {high school}. Then we went to Dennys and got so hyper on milkshakes and onion rings. Yum! Good. I didn't want to talk about school either.
So...what do you want to talk about?
that is great instead we can talk about...........
um.
let's see here...
um....
uuuuummmm.....
ok we can talk about... no, no..
nobody wants to talk about that.
um.
Oh!
we can talk about Narnia.
ok this is weird I dreamed a month ago that I would write this exact Comment. word for word.
Seriously? Wow...that's cool... what was it like? What do you say next?
I like Narnia. I want to see Prince Caspian and I might even see Expelled today.
You seem to have cool dreams a lot.
Oh!
cool.
jealous!
well I think that the guy who is playing prince Caspian is a little to old.
yes usually i just have flash backs of things I've seen before.
I don't. But I haven't read them in a while...so I woulnd't know...
I really want to see it. I'll have to read the book before I do, but I think it will be really good.
You mean like a deshavou? {Or however you spell it}
Hey, maybe you can help me. I have been thinking of a word that I know exists and I don't know what it is. It's in a movie, when you like hear music and the character is like growing or changing in time lapses and stuff. What's that called? I think it starts with M. Like ... montage... or something...
no.
deshavous are things you've literally have seen before.
I just know that in another time that I've seen this happen before.
Hm...that's interesting. Remember anything else?
Nope.
hey I think you are referring to Daydreaming.
HEY MERISSA!
I'm sorry for not comming to the party today.
I really wish I could of come.
but.
with my mom it was just unexpected in her reschedule.
and if that happends it doesn't work in mine.
please forgive me.
No, no. Where music starts up and the character goes through like a bunch of scenes. Like if someone is trying to learn French. You see them studying a book and watching their friends toss around a football, then you see them looking out the window with an open book in front of them, looking wistfully at the new snow outside. Then there are more scenes, during which the character says nothing. Then the music fades and they tell their mom they feel ready to take the test or whatever and then you see them taking the test.
*Breath*
What's that called?!?! Arg...I know it has a name...
You spelled her name wrong...
Abbreviation.
Oh well.
I can't help being dumb.
Really? I thought it started with an M...
Yeah, you can't. Jk, jk, jk. I don't think you're dumb. Hang on, I'm going to look that up...
Mabbreviation.
how is that?
ok well good luck with that.
Hm...could work. *Sigh; slamming head into stationary objects* I know there's a word for this! ARG!!!! Oh well...so what are you going to do today?
clean...
mow..
chores I didn't do last week.
Hm. Sounds like fun. Anything interesting happen when I was gone?
How would you describe your room?
my.
room?
well if you really want to know you have to say.
Fuzzy pickles with a chary on top.
with out using the copy and paste tool.
What do you mean?
say it.
It.
Wait, wait...hang on. Don't use copy and paste. I was just wondering if something cool happened. I guess not. Oh well...
Quick story question, how did the shade gain power and take over?
I'm waiting...
that is beside the point.
if you really want to know you have to say.
Fuzzy pickles with a chary on top.
with out using the copy and paste tool.
Ok. Nvm. So back to your room...
Hello?
did you say it?
Fuzzy pickles with a cary on top without using the copy and paste tool.
IT! There. I said IT.
cary???
That's what YOU said. I'm only repeating.
If I had it my way, I would have said "Fuzzy pickles with a cherry on top without using the copy and paste tool".
Hello? Oh no...did Fred get you too?
Great. I'm all alone. By myself. With two cookies. Now I'm going to have to eat them both. All by myself. 2 cookies. Warm in the middle, gooey and chocolatey. By myself.
Why so silent, good monsier? Ok. Fine. If you're not here I'm going to leave. I have to blog anyway...
GGGreat.
if I am summand to take care of Rowan I can't just get away.
I'm sorry!!!!
but I'm back.
hey you said you had two cookies.
NOOO!!!!
she is gone forever!!!!
*starts to cry*
*hands cookie*
Don't cry. I'm sorry. I over-reacted again...and I had to eat lunch. :)
So back to the questions at hand...
If you come back you can have free coffee.
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
No. Make it a frap and I'll come back.
Yeah!!!!!
what kinda coffee you want?
*eats cookie in one bite*
ok.
*Hands over Frap*
ok I'm going to write about my room.
Can I have a tall, light double chocolate chip cream, no whip instead?
here we go.
Dear Lord.
give my fingers the strength to write this.Amen
Ok. Thank you. *Sipping drink, looking expectant*
Amen.
*throws Frap at innocent bystander*
oh sure.
*hands over a tall, light double chocolate chip cream, with no whip*
Thank you. I'm sure they appreciated the freebie too.
my room consists of these:
a two bunk bed at the right wall of the room.
me and rob share it.
it has a computer desk and on the computer desk is a computer.
and it is the most powerful computer in the Moonarrow house.
there is a dresser at the left of the room and a spider man poster is on the wall back of the room.
over the dresser is a pic of the USS Lexington in Corpus Cristi.
on both sides of the dresser stand a stereo.
we have a radio and a Big box that controls the volume and stuff.
my bed has Micky mouse sheets on it and a red pillow and a white pillow.
rob has a green comferter and two white pillows.
there is rummer that a monster name Fred lives under my bed and usually haunts my Blog.
he gets really mad when you spell his name with out a uppercase F.
there is a closet facing the back of my Bed and a book shelf right next the the back of the bed yet facing the left wall. it is full of books that I haven't read and there is one shelf of books that I have read.
the wall is painted blue and when the lights go out there are stars that glow on the ceiling.
we have a ceiling fan and a carpet.
well...
there ya go...
*Gasp* You know FRED?!?!
Your room sounds cool.
I know people with glowing ceilings.
The computer is different than yours, right? How many computers do y'all have total?
You have a cool room.
thank you.
let me count the computers real quick.
Ok. *Recomputing, recomputing...*
...which really isn't the same thing as waiting.
Welcome.
ok.
we have
Drum role plz
Six in total.
three of them being Laptops.
and Rob's is a Desktop.
*Drumming; breaking into an awesome beat*
6?! Wow...Do they all have names?
Cool! Our desktops are slow. My laptop is slow. Oh well. So...
ok.
yes they do.
here they are.
Rob's is the Viper.
Levi's is the Ninja.
Mine is Narya.
then there is the big computer.
(the big computer use to be the most powerful until Rob got the Viper)
then mom has a laptop. it is the OakleyMoble04.
and Dad has a company owned laptop called the Stallion.
you still there?
Wow. That's awesome. The Viper. A name with power.
The Ninja. A name suggesting stealth and precision.
Narya......a name that is awesome in and of itself.
The Stallion. Grace and strength. *Thinking of horse*
OakleyMoble04...hm...sounds like it belongs in like Star Trek or a secret agent movie.
That's cool. Of course I'm here. I'm always here except when I'm not.
Oh...
man this is a Bummer.
she left...
Yeah. Bummer. Oh well.
oh she is back.
hallelujah!!!!
Um.
actually My computer has a history...
It's named after the Ring of fire that is one of the three rings for the elven kings under the sky.
and it was then given to Gandalf.
Arg...I want to go and see Expelled with my friends sooo badly. I hope we can. *Tapping pencil impatiently*
So...what are you doing?
Oh. My bad. I haven't gotten that far yet. *Nervous laugh* I kind of...started last-last summer... and I'm still in book one...in the first book. Actually, I might be in book 2. I'm on the council of Elrond. But I'm reading it in small paragraphs at a time every day for 2 minutes while I wait for my carpool, so I'm not exactly...dedicated...
My dad read it to me out loud when I was like 9, though. and we have all the extended versions of the movies. They're good.
ok there is a pic of Narya at top of posts.
Ah. I see. Nice.
She's pretty...wait...is it a she?
yes I love my computer.
I like Nema too, it's just when she first wakes up she's so slow, but that means she just like me. She speeds up as she becomes more awake.
ya I guess it is.
I'll have to ask Rob.
he is a Computer Genius.
now Pic is at bottom of Blog.
I thought he was. Ok, I have a question. On my blog whenever I get comments it's supposed to email me, right? Well recently it just...stopped. I mean, it used to but then it just stopped emailing the comments to me. I already checked to make sure my address was typed in correctly. Arg. Any suggestions?
Ooh. You can move pictures? Wow, you're a great magician!
I try.
well. here I'll try on your blog real quick.
see if ya here me.
*Clicking send/receive button repeatedly*
Mmm...not working...
I don't know if it's my email or blogspot. I used to work just fine. I don't know what I did. Ever happened to you?
Did you leave a comment? I haven't gotten an email...
ok I'm done.
did ya here me?
what did I say?
I don't know. I didn't hear you at all. *Running to check the slow way*
Any suggestions?
have you tried slapping jelly all over it?
or dunking it in tea?
No. If tomato juice and cranberry juice doesn't work, I don't know what will.
*Another sigh*
Arg. Not cool.
Ok, so what now?
well that is your problem.
you combing Cranberry juice with tomatoes.
they are not in the same family.
"combining"
but then again combing it might work to.
You're right. Tomotaoes are fruits. Cranberries are juices. I mean tomatoes. I mean...ag! The light! Run from the light! It's stalking me!!!
*Panting* Wow...ok then. Sorry bout that.
*Humming song*
Combing it? Does it have hair?
sometimes during curtain special circumstances it will grow hair.
*Eye twitching* Ee...that's interesting. What color?
Have you tried asking it nicely to fix itself then offering it Coffee?
plaid.
Hm. That might work. But I don't know what kind of coffee they like. You're the barista. You ask it! *Hastily handing it to Render*
Please
Yuck. Plaid. *Makes face*
Do you have any pets?
please oh great and powerful Nema.
we Render of the Moonarrow family and Bonnie of the Spinner Family. come to you humbly from the state of Texas from the county of the United states from the planet of Earth from the Milky way Galaxy from this universe under the sight of God.
to ask you to please fix the problem with the automatic email when someone comments.
please. we will offer you coffee!
we beg you.
well that's all we got..
*Praying; rubbing hands together*
...try it? Please?
oh well.
maybe the infamous Rob will fix it.
*summoning Rob to help with Prob.*
Rob? Help. Please. Please, please, please. I don't know what's wrong.
It's probably me. I probably messed something up without knowing it.
Problem is, I don't know what I messed up!
Rob es muy Aspirado.
which means he is to busy to deal with the likes of us lower human and Elf.
Okie Dokie hokie pokie.
I have to go swing Luna.
I might be back in 20 to 30 minutes. but then again there is laundry to hang up now.
I'll let ya know when I'm back.
I'll make sure to tell ya on your blog.
TTYL
ya crazy Pirate.
~Render Moonarrow~
PS: this is not goodbye for the day.
I'll be back...
That's what I thought you said. Arg. Oh well...so if you try to have a conversation with me on my blog, that's why.
So...what now?
Ok. I hope to be here but we may see a movie or something. Ttyl Silly Elf. Tell Luna I said hi, please!
*Spark of lightning and the roar of thunder*
*Colossal figure appears*
Who has summon unto me? (in a deep tone)
Yes, It is I, the infamous computer genie, here to grant thee thy wishes!
*the earth quaked*
*poof! Turned into a geek with huge glasses*
*pushes glasses back toward his face and opens his favorite computer guide for dummies*
Ok... Let's see...
Umm... O yes! Here it is sectoin 23 hundred line 64:
Yeaaa! I am in desperate need of your services! {See above problem}
Please help me. I have no idea what happened. Please...any suggestions?
*cough*
At the top of your blogger page is located the navigation tool bar...
Be sure you are log in and click the "customize" tab.
>Step one:
You should have immediately been redirected to your blogger layout. Next locate and open the "settings" page by clicking the "settings" tab.
>Step two:
Just before the "Posting, Settings, Layout" tabs on the "settings" page are a few more tabs. Click on the "email" tab.
>Step three:
Once the "email" page has successfully been opened, simply enter your email address in the BloggerSend address dialog.
Example:
example@whocares.net
>Final Step:
Comment a thought on your blog then check our email.
If you experience any more problems please feel free to summon:
*Poof! Changed back into over baring figure with a gust of wind and a roar of thunder*
Your infamous computer Genie!
~Rob
*Peeks head out form corner...*
O! I just realized that you may want the "Comments" to be emailed to you as well...
Go to the "Settings" and click the "Comments" Tab
Scroll all the way to the bottom and enter your email...
Thanks. I'm going to try it. *Leaving comment*
*Frown* It's not working. *Sigh* Oh well. Thanks for trying.
See my last comment that may solve your problems... Maybe...
I did. And I even checked to make sure I spelled it right. I'll go triple-check just incase.
Hey guys I have to go. Sorry. I shall be back but I don't know when. Have fun!
I am back now. Just so you know.
ok Read next ch...
Ah. Um...I'm watching a movie right now...sorry.
I promise I will as soon as I'm done, ok?
that was with out a doubt the stupidest most annoying story in
the history of the world!!!
jk
but I liked it allot man that was
so fun :p
I know, right? Fun. That describes it. fun.
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